Gradually.

Ling Aofeng's hands turned aurora.

It is obvious that the palm of the palm contains a very poison. Ling Aofeng's facial expression begins to twist, becoming more and more cold, and the hideous look is full of terrifying colors.

The crowd was thrust, and everyone was in an uproar.

It seems that the blood-handed maniac Ling Aofeng is preparing to start a killing spree. His true energy is swelling all over his body, his muscles and bones are clattering, and a heavy sense of oppression is spread all around him.

Everyone was shocked, their chests were stuffy and uncomfortable, as if their blood and energy were blocked. Ouyang Fei's face was condensed, and he was deeply sweating for Long Qingyun.

Mo Zhixuan was shocked, her face full of worry, her beautiful eyes widened, and she stared at Long Qingyun.

At this time, Long Qingyun's lips raised slightly, and a smile appeared. His face was extremely calm. A strong fighting spirit surged deep in his eyes, like a war sword about to be unsheathed, with a burning fighting spirit all over his body.

The man is like a sword, extremely sharp.

Mo Zhixuan couldn't help but be stunned: "This guy has such awesome spirit at such a young age. Is this calmness beyond age really the birth of the star?" Mo Zhixuan felt a sense of shock and surprise inexplicably.

Ling Aofeng pushed forward with his palms, which was exactly the "little lifting" in the bloody handprint. Suddenly, a wave of palm force attacked Long Qingyun.

Long Qingyun moved his true energy, and with a wave of Longquan sword, two giant dragons outlined in the air, rushing towards Ling Aofeng with a thunderous momentum, which was the "flying dragon style" in Moxing's sword technique.

"Bang!" The sound of the ground shook the sky.

The palm power and the sword energy collided, making a huge roar, and everyone around them took a few steps back.

Immediately afterwards, the dining table in front of Mo Zhixuan cracked in half, and the delicacies on the table scattered around.

Long Qingyun just took a step back and stood firmly, without any injuries or poisoning.

Long Qingyun was also secretly surprised. The Moxing sword technique was extremely strong and pure, and it was the supreme and mellow sword technique in the world. It defeated the palm power of evil spirits. Although Ling Aofeng's blood handprint had a powerful palm power, it was mixed with a trace of poisonous wind. When he encountered Long Qingyun's Moxing sword technique, he sighed and did not get any advantage.

Ling Aofeng was shocked and wondered. It is logical that there is no martial arts in the world that can resist the Blood Handprint, because the Blood Handprint is not only strong and domineering in the palm, but also contains highly poisonous winds.

Even the "Breaking the Sky Sword", one of the four great masters in the world, "heavy sword without a sharp edge" and "the blink of an eye" have to be afraid of the poison of the Blood Handprint when facing the Blood Handprint.

And what kind of kung fu was used in front of him? It seemed ordinary, but he was not afraid of the poison of the blood handprint.

Everything in the world is mutual generation and restraint.

Mo Xing sword technique and even the most pure sword technique are specialized in the evil poison skills. Of course, this extremely pure sword technique combined with the most pure sword technique, the power is doubled, reaching the natural and most pure peerless sword technique.

Ling Aofeng heard from his senior brother Jiang Tianci that although the blood seal is powerful, when encountering the most tough and yang and pure martial arts, you should be careful, because the blood seal's poison cannot exert its effect, and its power will naturally be greatly reduced.

The world's martial arts are profound and profound, and there are many sects. If we talk about how to compete with the Xuantian Sect's Blood Handprints, there are not many people.

There are three things that are afraid of by blood handprints. The martial arts of the most strong and yang, the weapons of the most strong and yang, and the purest mind.

The martial arts of Zhigang Zhiyang, such as the powerful Vajra fingers of Buddhist Shaolin Temple, the magic weapons of Zhigang Zhiyang, such as the Zhanlu sword, and the pure mind of Zhiyang, such as the Huashan Sword Contest three years ago, Jiang Tianci met Master Hongquan of Lingyin Temple.

Although Jiang Tianci's martial arts skills are superior to Master Hongquan, Master Hongquan is a person whose five aggregates are empty, and the poison of the blood handprint has no effect on him. Therefore, when the battle was over, Jiang Tianci and Master Hongquan tied, and the two ranked together as the "Four Greatests in the World".

Thinking of this, Ling Aofeng looked away. Although the weapon in the green robe's hand was exquisitely shaped and was made of famous masters, the material was extremely ordinary. It was made of Longquan black iron sand as raw materials, and it was obviously not a magic weapon.

Could it be that this person has great sword skills?

Ling Aofeng waved his palm and bullied himself. The master who has been immersed in the world for many years must not give up because of Long Qingyun's unusualness.

The blood-handed magic palm is powerful and the fist is strong. Ling Aofeng increases the palm force and reduces the toxicity.

Ling Aofeng is worthy of being the "Xi Xuanyue" of Xuantian Sect. Once he abandons the poison, his internal force concentrates on urging his palm power. At this time, the palm power continues to slap Long Qingyun, and the power suddenly doubles.

Long Qingyun felt the thick palm force that was coming to his face, and was under the cover of Ling Aofeng's bloody hand, and was almost suffocating.

At this time, Long Qingyun was first established in Moxing Sword Technique and had not yet achieved the integration of the sword technique. The power of the sword technique was naturally greatly reduced. Moreover, it was not the Zhanlu sword in hand. Many of the exquisite features of Moxing Sword Technique could not be used.

The two of them fought each other with their hands and swords, fighting each other for more than ten rounds.

Ling Aofeng didn't use the poison palm. His palm power became stronger and stronger, and he became more and more brave as he fought. His palm technique opened and closed, and his majestic atmosphere.

Ling Aofeng's cultivation has been around for decades, and his internal strength naturally surpasses Long Qingyun. Once the palm is used, Long Qingyun will feel embarrassed and have to grit his teeth and try to support him.

Suddenly, Ling Aofeng rushed over with his palms. Long Qingyun rushed left and right, exhausted from dealing with it. His sword skills were not as flexible as before, and his pace began to stagnate.

Suddenly! Ling Aofeng slapped him with a palm, and everyone was shocked with the tsunami of mountains and seas. Now Long Qingyun is finished.

"The soldiers have no constant power, and the water has no constant shape."

Long Qingyun was anxious and wise, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed. He jumped up, jumped onto the crossbar, and barely avoided Ling Aofeng's sharp attack.

Then turn your body backwards, hook your feet on the cross beam, and face Ling Aofeng with dive.

After all, Ling Aofeng has a profound martial arts foundation, Long Qingyun is extremely wise. He finds an opportunity to jump out of the fight circle and jumps onto the beams of the roof, avoiding a head-on encounter with Ling Aofeng.

The two then confronted each other.

Time seemed to have stopped, and the atmosphere in the air began to become solemn. The two of them had their own advantages and reliance. Ling Aofeng relied on his profound internal skills, and Long Qingyun refused to dive at high altitude.

It is no surprise that Ling Aofeng and Long Qingyun will win or lose.

Ling Aofeng and Long Qingyun fought for more than ten rounds, and were deeply impressed by Long Qingyun's exquisite swordsmanship. He did not dare to be careless at all. Although "Blood Handprint" is an extremely domineering skill and can be said to be the best in the world, it also has the pain of backlash.

The martial arts in the world are complex and complex. Any evil and vicious skills will be backfired. Unless you practice to the top, you can avoid the pain of backfire.

The highest level of Blood Handprint is the ninth level. In the more than 100 years since the establishment of the Xuantian Sect, only the first leader Wanyan Hongsheng has reached the ninth level.

The subsequent leaders, including the current leader Jiang Tianci, only practiced to the eighth level when he participated in the Huashan Sword Contest three years ago.

According to rumors in the world, Jiang Tianci broke through the ninth level in the past year, and he didn't know whether it was true or false.

And Ling Aofeng only reached the sixth level.

Park Xibai, who Long Qingyun met at Mingzhou Port Pier last time, was considered the leader of the young generation of Xuantian Sect, and he only reached the fourth level.

Therefore, Park Xibai's weapon is a folding fan, and he dare not easily use bloody handprints to fight the enemy, because he is afraid of encountering masters and suffering from backlash.

Although Ling Aofeng is a master of the sixth level of Blood Handprints and can walk around the world with a pair of flesh palms, he is still quite afraid of meeting a real master.

Therefore, Ling Aofeng was also ready to face the battle at this time, and his true energy was surging all over his body, so he did not dare to underestimate Long Qingyun at all.

The scene was silent and the air seemed to have solidified.

Suddenly.

Long Qingyun took the lead in breaking the confrontation situation and used his high-altitude advantage to dive down.

Everyone looked up.

A cold light rushed towards Ling Aofeng.

The sword energy is like a dragon.

Its momentum is like a rainbow.
Chapter completed!